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Finetune Friday: Viking Earworm Edition

Friday, May 11th, 2007

Because the modern corporate Viking usually cannot fit get his broadsword through the turnstile at the office, he must seek out other ways to vanquish his foes. One small, but popular way is by engaging in earworm battles to burn and pillage a foe’s brain cycles.

Like swords and capes, earworms are diverse and very subjective, but I tried to compile a relatively universal set of of them on yet another FineTune station. Use them to infect a foe, or to shield yourself from infection.

Chose your weaponry well, because these can be easily turned against you. Remember: earworms don’t kill people. People with earworms kill people.

If you think of tracks that I omitted or that don’t belong, drop them in the comments.

Good luck.

FineTune: Earworm Hell

Previous FineTune Stations:
FineTune Cowbell and Novelty Tracks
FineTune Covers Edition

Dreaming of Parachute Pants and Mighty Viking Helmet

Thursday, May 10th, 2007

Last night I had a dream that I was doing the robot, and someone looked amazed and said “Dude, that’s awesome.”

When the best thing your brain can dream of is people thinking you’re cool for doing a dance that is so inherently uncool that it hasn’t been seen in 25 years, there might be something wrong with your imagination. Or, it could be a sign.

Like the seven hawks I saw circling above me after a run today. Or the three more that showed up a few minutes later.

It’s rare to see more than two circling hawks around here, so ten had me walking along with my neck craned watching them all. Because I’m two leather armbands short of a Viking king thanks to Amon Amarth, the only logical explanation was that the hawks were congregating to bring me a message from Odin.

And if it took ten hawks to bring it, you know it was one kick ass message. It probably had something to do with mighty power or ageless wisdom, but it could have easily been about a kick ass dragon boat or my own personal army of giants. Hell, even if Odin didn’t have time to shop and sent along a BestBuy gift card, I’d be fine with that.

Unfortunately, I never got any message because hawks ignored me while floating around in their stupid hawk party for jerks. Let this be a lesson to you: If you need to send a message, don’t use hawks. You have to use more of them per message, and they’ll forget to deliver it anyway because they’re pretty much dumber than shit.

If you have to send a message, send a kick ass robot. They’re efficient, they can shoot their fists off if there’s any trouble, and people think that they are so totally awesome that they dream about imitating them on the dance floor.

Or at least I do.

From Scandinavia, With Twelve Sided Die

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

Lala just sent me a CD, Amazon is sending me two, and I picked up eight more from a trip down to Spinnakers with DigitalD over the weekend.

When I go to a used record store, I like to go through every inch of inventory until I either run out of CDs or time. Because I usually run out of time, I try to focus on getting through as much inventory as quickly as I can.

Because D-Mac took on the A’s, I had to start at the Z’s. At somewhere around the G’s, I was approached by a large, unshaven guy in sweatpants who smelled a little too much like meat that had been left out in the sun too long.

“You gat any Sinatra?” he asked.

“I don’t actually work here, but… I think it’s right over on the other side of this aisle. Yea over there. Yup, right there. There. In the S’s.” He then grunted something and lumbered over to the other side of the aisle where I didn’t have to smell him going bad.

I continued down the aisle, working alphabetically in reverse, when out of nowhere, the same guy steps in front of me and says “HAHAHAHA Beatles!” and shoves a Beatles CD back in the rack in front of me, before abruptly walking off.

I wish that I could say that this was unusual, but years spent in record stores has trained me to ignore the fucking weirdos that seem to pervade them. Unfazed, I returned to my search and quickly polished off their alphabetical inventory.

Every used CD store has some sort of shit bin, but Spinnaker has an eight foot tall by six foot wide rack that is jammed floor to ceiling with some of the most ungodly crap to sport a $2.99 price tag. Most people merely glance at, or wisely skip it completely, but music junkies pour over it looking for some unappreciated, hidden gem. I stood on a stool to see the top, and I got as close to the floor as I could without actually laying down in the middle of the aisle.

While locked in a perfect, one-kneed, between song, 80′s hardcore singer crouch to examine the bottom of the rack, a chunky girl with a nose ring and an annoying little brother asked me if a T-shirt came in a particular size. She was my second customer of the day, and I was actually glad that she didn’t smell like she was rotting.

I don’t know what it is about me that makes people think that I work in a record store, but it happens to me every so often. Maybe it’s the pile of miscellaneous CDs that I inevitably carry around, or the acute tunnel vision that blocks out everything while I work through the stacks as if I were putting music in, rather than taking it out. Maybe music junkies have a particular feel to them that I’m not aware of. Or maybe, it’s the Vans and the music store T-shirt on a guy who’s a little too old for Vans and music store T-shirts. I don’t know.

Rather than be distracted with more customers, I retreated to Spinnaker’s METAL shelf, which is low and narrow, forcing anyone who wants to gaze upon it to do so upon bended kneeEEeeEEeeEE-agh! Whether it’s the lack of room or the subject matter, no one bothers you at that shelf. And thank goodness too, because that was where I found most of my scores for the day: Six Feet Under, Cannibal Corpse, Morbid Angel, and a Viking death metal band that I’m a little embarrassed to admit is my pick of CDs so far.

It’s death metal, which I find to be metallically respectable. Unfortunately, it’s also full of melodic tales about Vikings and swords, which I really should laugh at, but can’t. The fact that I actually enjoy it pushes my self image down the social scale at least one to two notches. I’m certainly not the coolest guy in the world, but the next two rungs of coolness below enjoying melodic Viking death metal are filled with capes and World of fucking Warcraft strategy guides. And for you younger folks, your coolness invariably slides down the ladder every year you get further from 21, so every step you willingly take down that ladder puts you one step closer to wearing a white belt and a “Who Farted?” t-shirt.

But I can’t help it. I now like melodic Viking death metal. I am now officially beyond ridiculous.

If I slide further and you see me walking around in giant black pants or any form of cape, please kick me in the ding ding and get me a glass of orange juice. It’s for my own good.

The Ridiculousness of Death Metal

Thursday, May 3rd, 2007

I had to order a big ass, Nerd Certification book last night, and like a typical music junkie, I found myself padding my order with a couple of CDs. As I was piping various death metal samples out to the stereo, #1GF! was in the background doing some work.

To say that #1GF! is not a fan of death metal is a major understatement. She is a fan of me, though, and because I make her laugh and explain Star Wars/Trek references on TV, she puts up with short bursts of musical terror.

“I’m ridiculous,” I said under my breath.

“What?” asked #1GF!, quietly doing her best to ignore the auditory onslaught that is Six Feet Under.

“I’m ridiculous. I’m not listening to this on headphones, so I know you’re hearing it too. Therefore, I’m hearing it through your ears instead of my own. I can hear you silently wondering how I can possibly like music that sounds so much like someone burping over explosions. I like it, though. And it’s ridiculous.”

“Aw. How about a hug?”

[Music: GR..ooooOOOOOOWWWWWWWGGGGGHHHH!!]

“Ok. I think this one’s a love song, anyway.”

(The truly ridiculous part of the story is that not 20 minutes before this post was written, I was playing “Jesse’s Girl” (song|video) on the guitar. Yea, don’t ask. For some reason it randomly popped into my head and it’s been stuck in there for two days and counting. No amount of death metal has been able to vanquish it. Send help.)

FineTune Friday: Covers Edition

Thursday, April 26th, 2007

So, I’ve been promising DigitalDarryl a Covers CD for quite some time, but I figured that it would be more flexible if I just created a station on FineTune. It’s not as metal as I’d like it to be, but I weighted the choices more toward originality than metalosity.

I came up with almost 90 songs, including some real gems from William Shatner and Hayseed Dixie, and a super creepy version of “Black Sabbath” by Type O Negative. If you want to beat me at my own game, start digging over at The Covers Project and then throw your finds up on FineTune so we can bask in your glory. Otherwise, feel free to drop any worthy additions in the comments.

FineTune: My Best of the Covers Station:

Bonus Track!

In my searching, I came across this video of Alanis Morisette doing a cover of the Black Eyed Peas “My Humps”. I couldn’t find it on Finetune, but it was odd enough that I couldn’t resist including it.

Update: They’ve taken up the crusade and added a cover station over at Cynically Optimistic & Optimistically Bitter. Check out QuietlyGoingMad’s “Not By The Original Artist” playlist.

Lightly Dirty, Heavily Catchy

Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

Ever since I set up that Novelty Radio station on FineTune, I’ve been walking around with the chorus to The Ballad of Chasey Lain stuck in my head. Yesterday, I happened to be walking around singing both the lead and backup parts while getting ready for work. Because I tend to make up a lot of random songs around the house, #1GF! just gave me a look indicating that I should stop.

“What? It’s not my fault. It’s a real song and it’s stuck in my head.”

I don’t know why, but the words coming out of my mouth somehow became slightly more acceptable just because I hadn’t made them up.

For those of you who want to be stuck with a chorus in your head that you can’t sing at work, go ahead and watch the video below. Then get back to me on Monday as to whether or not you’re still humming it. Over the last few days, it has wiped out any earworm that I tried to replace it with.

More Cowbell Madness with FineTune

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

While googling for internet radio information to help Tankboy legally get his DJ sets online, I came across FineTune and got a bit hooked.

FineTune is another free internet radio station creation site, where people can compile playlists from FineTune’s library of tracks. Once the lists are over 45 songs long, anyone can tune in and listen to them. Because there is something wrong with me, I set up yet another cowbell station and ended up adding 70 cowbell-rich tracks before giving up. For those counting along at home, I have now created six cowbell CDs, one lala Cowbell station, and one FineTune Cowbell station.

I have to say that I was so impressed with FineTune’s wide selection of tracks that I threw together a musical oddities station that should keep you amused once your cowbell fever subsides.

And FineTune even let me embed the stations right into this post for your personal listening enjoyment.

If you tune in and have any comments or suggestions, I’m all ears.

Enjoy!

Lala: One Hit Wonder Radio

Monday, February 12th, 2007

While I’m an admittedly huge fan of Netflix, I don’t have the same love for the TV. I only watch a small set of recorded shows, and I rarely sit and mindlessly flip through channels.

Because #1GF! was out and I was too tired to think on Friday night I found myself planted on the couch, remote in hand. I devoured all the programming that I could on G4 before beginning an absent-minded flipping spree that quickly landed me on VH1′s Top 100 One Hit Wonders as hosted by William Shatner.

After wasting four hours, I realized why I don’t watch TV. I also made a plan to sit down on Saturday and watch a couple of the episodes that I missed. If you’ve ever watched any of VH1′s similarly formatted series (such as I love the 80′s, I love the 90′s), you know how difficult they are to break away from.

The worst part wasn’t the six or eight hours that I dedicated to the series. No, the worst part was the additional eight hours that my list-driven, musically addicted brain spent checking every American one hit wonder since 1970 that I could find against Lala’s available music to create a one hit wonder radio station. I was going to do the 50′s and 60′s but I completely ran out of steam.

Thankfully, since I created My Cowbell Station, Lala radio has added a skip button. I make no guarantee about the quality of one hit wonders, but I will say that the station spans almost 40 years and contains both stuff that you will want to remember (such as De La Soul, Urban Dance Squad, Carl Douglas*, Tommy Tutone) and stuff you just want to forget (like Queensryche, A-Ha).

Click to tune into my One Hit Wonders Station at Lala.

Enjoy!

*Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting. Those cats were fast as lightening.

Heavy Metal A-Hole

Monday, February 5th, 2007

When you walk up behind your headphone-wearing coworker and say rather loudly in your best 80′s heavy-metal singer voice, “ARE YOU READY FOR LUNCHAAAAAAA!”, your smile is going to fall away faster than Cinderella’s position on the Billboard charts when he turns around and you realize:

A. The headphones are actually a headset connecting said coworker to a conference call with a large client.
B. The phone is not on mute.

After mouthing an apology, you are then free to mentally blame said coworker for leaving said phone unmuted with certified rockstars like yourself freely roaming the halls.

No, seriously.


(If you suddenly feel the need to hear Cinderella’s cowbell rich “Shake Me”, as featured in Cowbell++ Vol. 3: Rockin’ Without Dokken), the video is presented below.)

Dokaka In My Gauchos

Friday, February 2nd, 2007

So, I was sitting there reading a post over at Notes of Chaos that introduced me to Dokaka, a Japanese beatboxer who does cover songs using only his voice as an instrument. JUD JUD did a similar thing years ago, but I have to applaud Dokaka’s increased complexity. I ended up cracking up every time I listened to his rendition of Metallica’s “Creeping Death”, so I went on a hunt for more of his stuff. In my journey around the wild, wild web, I came across a few additional covers that I thought I should post.

Creeping Death – Metallica (Original)

This is the original Creeping Death by Metallica. The video is merely the song played over a picture of the album cover. It’s not too exciting, but it was the best sound quality I could find, if you’ve either never heard the song or needed a refresher.

Creeping Death – Dokaka (Cover)

This is Dokaka’s all-vocal version:
Creeping Death covered by Dokaka

Creeping Death – Apocalyptica (Cover)

In searching out Dokaka, I came across Apocalyptica’s cover of Creeping Death. While not as interesting as Dokaka’s, I thought It was worth putting up because it’s an all cello rendition.

The Trooper – Iron Maiden (Original)

This is the Original Trooper video by I. Ron Maiden. It’s a classic, but again, it’s just presented to give you a feel for the original, if you’ve never heard it.

Dokaka – The Trooper (Cover)

Here is Dokaka’s all-vocal version:
The Trooper covered by Dokaka

The Trooper – The Gauchos (Best. Cover. Ever.)

And here, my dear readers is the crown jewel of today’s post. If you don’t watch or listen to anything else in this post, please do yourself a favor and watch this. Gems like this are the reason that I sift through hours of video. Just from the picture, you can see that The Gauchos are four little kids. Even if you hate heavy metal, you have to appreciate their talent. And if you can’t do that, turn down the volume and just watch the little girl fronting the band.

The Real Top 10 Driving Albums (A Jalopnik Rebuttal)

Friday, January 26th, 2007

At the start of the week, I mentioned a post over at Jalopnik, listing what the author considered to be the Top 10 Driving Albums. While I won’t dispute Jalopnik’s car knowledge, I would say that their top 10 list was as good as my “Top 10 Carburetors” list would be. So, I thought that we could trade some paint with them and run them clear off the road with a turbo-certified Top 10.

I spent the week picking out albums and testing them out in the car to be sure they were as good behind the wheel as they are on the headphones, so I can assure you that most of these are certified pedal stompers.

Start your Engines…

Honorable Mentions

The only reason that they didn’t make it was because there were only 10 slots. If there were 13, you can bet these albums would’ve been included. There wasn’t, so they weren’t.

New Bomb turks - Scared Straight Cracktorch - ...Is Not the ProblemHermano - ...Only a Suggestion

Now, let’s get the pace car off the track and get into the list…

#10: Nashville Pussy – High as Hell

Nashville Pussy - High as Hell
High as Hell opens with the sounds of a grumbling car starting, but it’s no clean start. This album is grimy. It’s leather vest with no shirt grimy. It’s greasy hair, a biker mustache, and a waggling tongue grimy. It’s burger wrappers on the floor and a gun under the seat grimy. And that type of attitude gets me home from work without having to think about what a clean, little adult I’ve become. This may be the foam baseball hat with “This Pud’s For You” sitting on top of my countdown, but there’s no denying that it’s pedal to the floor, finger out the window rock and roll.

#9: Me First and the Gimme Gimmes – Have a Ball

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - Have a Ball
This is all 70′s songs covered in punk format, and although it’s not the most aggressive album on the list, it beats all the others in the fun category. Even in those situations where the moron in front of me jams on the brakes to make a quick left from the right lane, this album takes the edge off enough that I don’t want to ram them. And it’s so up tempo and corny that I don’t even mind listening to “Mandy”. If I can listen to “Mandy” and not ram things, it gets into my top 10.

#8: The Donnas – Spend the Night

The Donnas -  Spend the Night
Maybe it’s the straight up rock jam packed with cowbell that makes my foot heavy. Maybe it’s the fact that the Donnas are an all girl band, and my foot is simply trying to get the gas pedal and the floor into a three way. Either way, this album makes me go too fast.

#7: DMX – It’s Hot and Hell is Hot

DMX - It's Hot and Hell is Hot
Remember the opening sequence of Office Space where the white nerdy guy is totally into the gangster rap when he’s in his car? Yes, I do that. This CD produces the illusion that my little black car with the big black wing is really a 98 Olds inhabited by one bad motherfucker. And bad motherfuckers don’t drive fast. They roll.

#6: Clutch – Blast Tyrant

Clutch - Blast Tyrant
Is it fitting to have a band in the top 10 Driving Albums that is named after the part of the car that separates people who drive from those who ride? You bet your ass it is. But, even if these guys were named “Glovebox” or “Vanity Mirror”, I would’ve included them because of their riff driven rock. This album kicks it up out of the gate and gets you powering through the traffic like a clinically proven, government banned, stoner rock fuel additive. Even though it’s a Japanese turbo whistling me through traffic, this album makes it feel like heavyweight American muscle shoving me through on a blur of raised white lettering.

#5: Queens of the Stoneage – Queens of the Stoneage

Queens of the Stoneage - Queens of the Stoneage
I step on the gas with this one, but I want more straightaways when I have it on. It completely fills the cabin with bass laden semi-stoner goodness to make even the most aggravating drive from point A to point B seem as unimportant and smooth as a desert straightaway. It’s agressive, but smooth, like a turbo on the highway.

#4: Unida – Coping with the Urban Coyote

Unida - Coping with the Urban Coyote
I was originally looking for a Kyuss album to put in the list, but Kyuss is really best suited to driving long stretches of desert. Because there are as many asshole drivers in Massachusetts as there are cacti in the California desert, I went with a Kyuss spin off that has a little more bite. It’s Kyuss vocals over riff-driven rock without the Black Sabbath noodling solos. I can’t listen to it without wondering when someone is going to use this album for either a drag racing or muscle car video. I can’t help visualizing myself in a Chevelle SS leading Hell’s charge across the desert when this in on. When I see myself, I have big, shitty sunglasses on, and I usually grin and flash you the devil horns before I leave you in the dust. Yea. It’s one bad ass album.

#3: Various Artists – Rig Rock Deluxe

Various Artists - Rig Rock Deluxe
I swear to christ I play this album every time #1GF! get on the highway to New Hampshire. I sing backup vocals, fake pull the truck horn, and clap until she makes me put something else in. It has both classic artists like Red Simpson and Junior Brown, and more recent artists like Son Volt. Is it enough truckin’ songs to keep you rollin’ on through the night? That’s a big 10-4.

#2: Zeke – Kicked in the Teeth

 Zeke - Kicked in the Teeth
Zeke’s albums are brutally fast, with tracks that tend to be less than 2 minutes long. Put that in your car and try to drive normally. Try it in Massachusetts. I don’t care if you’re a grandma on downers, it ain’t going to happen in this state. You’re going to get where you’re going zipping in and of lanes faster than a speed freak with the runs. When you finally pull your keys from the ignition, you’ll probably emerge from a punk-induced coma and think “I can’t actually remember getting here. Thanks, Zeke.”

And the number 1 Driving album…

#1: Fu Manchu – King of the Road

Fu Manchu - King of the Road
If any band makes me want to grow a biker mustache and wear red tinted sunglasses and slide across the hood of a lime green ‘70 Hemi ‘Cuda and peel out, it’s Fu Manchu. They are the undisputed kings of pedal-to-the-floor stoner rock, and leaving them out of a top 10 driving list is a crime against rock. Just the title alone begs to be put at the top of the list. King of the Road? Fuckin’ A, right, King of the Road. And look at that cover. Is that a line of jacked up vans on there? Oh, you bet it is. Hell, most of the Fu’s covers have vehicles on them (my favorite). Know why? Because the Fu is about cars, rock, and cowbell. This album is full of kick-ass tracks like “Drive”, “Hell On Wheels”, and “Boogie Van” that are about what? Yea. DRIVING. The Fu is the best thing to happen to driving since the invention of the power slide.

So that’s it. If you did your homework and came up with your own top 10, I can’t wait to see it. Be sure to either drop your list (or a link to it) in the comments.

Top Ten Driving Albums

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

This weekend, D sent me a post over at Jalopnik, listing what the author considered to be the Top 10 Driving Albums. While Jalopnik’s list was all wrong for me, I do applaud the effort of the post, and love the amount of brain cycles I have donated to the idea.

So, on Friday, I’m going to try to put together my top ten driving albums, and if you could, I’d love it if you’d put together yours. Post your list to your blog or in the comments here on Friday, and we’ll all trade a little paint. Then, I’ll link in all the lists and we’ll see who takes the checkered flag.

Gentlemen (and ladies), start your engines…

Welcome Me Back, Bitches

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

The first week of vacation was spent on Christmas and family related activities which was a heck of a lot of fun. To minimize their shopping effort, I had given my parents a Christmas list of CDs and even marked all the ones that would be really easy to find. I then promptly forgot about it. As I opened each CD on Christmas morning, I was like Grandpa Alzheimer, getting genuinely shocked that they had found all these obscure CD’s that I really wanted. My parents actually went through the trouble of only buying CDs from my list that I didn’t mark as easy to find, including a CD that was a compilation of songs from the only LP that I miss losing in my house fire. It was a compilation of early electronic “music” from the Columbia-Princeton Electronic Music Center. As if that wasn’t good enough, my sister got me a velvet painting of Mr. T, which now sits next to the first item removed from my burnt house: my Mr. T. head bank. Both now guard my living room against foo’s.

After Christmas, we tore into all of the new card and board games, and when we all weren’t trying to figure out the obscure rules to games like Munchkin and Killer Bunnies, my sister and I took stole a couple of hours to play co-op and head-to-head games of Guitar Hero II. There is a picture of the event floating around a memory card somewhere that perfectly expresses how we both felt at the time. I was seated and relaxed, my feet up and a pillow behind my back like an musician who needs a stool on stage. My sister, on the other hand, stood in a certified rock stance, with the pained and horrified expression of someone who was playing against the devil for their very soul. To even the playing field, I played expert to her medium, but I have to say that she solidly whooped me a couple of times.

After the first week, the Christmas festivities came to a close and my sister returned to her coast, leaving #1GF! and I with nothing to do but slow down and unplug. The average day would start by waking up naturally at 8 AM without nightmarish earworms being jammed into my brain by the one FM station that actually comes in on our clock radio. On the off chance that I chose to shower, the natural mental quiet would make the shower feel like a real shower, rather than the damp, looping, musical Chinese water torture that I face on most normal work days.

In the interest of conserving nature’s resources, I would usually skip the shower and transfer myself directly to the big, purple couch to enjoy breakfast and an episode of Jerry Springer. Afterward, a portion of the day would be spent on emptying the DVR, watching shows from Peekvid, or chipping away at six seasons of Trailer Park Boys.

My sister gave me three of the six seasons of the Canadian comedy on DVD for Christmas, and once we chewed through that hysterical shit blizzard, we watched the remaining three seasons by searching for them on Daily Motion (Shows are marked with season and episode numbers such like S01E01 for “Season 1 Episode 1″ so that you can watch them all in order.)

To tell you the truth, I may have overdosed on the show, because at one point while playing a web-based game, I told #1GF! that I sucked at the game because I could figure it “oot”. She stared at me and cautiously asked “Did you just…”
“I did,” I said, ” but I didn’t mean it.”

Somewhere around 2 PM, I would eat lunch, start talking like Bubbles from the show, and maybe remember to brush my teeth. Then, I would return to the couch until I got back into bed at 11 PM.

I didn’t think about work.
I didn’t check e-mail.
I didn’t blog.
I didn’t even turn on my PC.

And, now I have returned to the connected world once again. Welcome me back, bitches.

Tower Records closing THIS WEEK 70% OFF

Tuesday, December 19th, 2006

Tower Records is going out of business and will be closing it’s doors at the end of the week. When I was in one of the stores last weekend, they were running at 70% off rock/pop, and rap CDs were 3 for $1.50. Judging from the inventory I saw, only music junkies, fans of a non-original lineup En Vogue, or fans of a rapper named “Celly Cel” would find more than a few interesting CDs.

I grabbed 18, one of which is a death metal note for note remake of AC/DC’s Back in Black. On that CD alone, I say it was worth the trip, but #1GF! disagrees

Just because 5 of the 18 CDs that I bought were lottery tickets (where I didn’t know more than the band’s name), #1GF! suggested that I may have a problem when it comes to music. While this may be true, for $4 per new disc, I consider purchases to be less of a problem and more of an early xmas present.

A sampling of what I picked up:

$2.40 NOFX – Never Trust a Hippy
$3.90 Distillers – Distillers
$3.90 Kyuss – Blues for the Red Sun
$4.00 NOFX – Wolves in Wolves Clothing
$4.00 Scissorfight – Jaggernaut
$4.20 Casey Jones – Messenger
$4.20 Six Feet Under – Graveyard Classics vol. 2
$5.10 Only Living Witness Prone Mortal Form / Innocents Double disc
$5.10 Nebula – Apollo
$5.40 The Dirtbombs – Horndogfest

If you go, remember: The CDs are dirt cheap because they desperately need to liquidate, or buyers from other chains already saw them and knew they weren’t worth $4.

Happy hunting!

Cowbell Relapse

Friday, December 15th, 2006

A couple of days ago, I posted about how I was invited to set up a cowbell station on Lala. What I should’ve done is taken a minute to reflect upon what an all-consuming beast the pursuit of cowbell tracks was at this time last year, and just said, “No thank you. I don’t do cowbell.”

But, I didn’t. I just picked up a couple of tracks for a kick. Then, I added a couple more, thinking, “I can stop anytime.” Within minutes I was taking hits off of any bell-shaped website, and snorting cowbells off google like Robin Williams circa 1983. When I came around, I found that I had blown another four hours on the damned thing, neglecting anything and everything that I had planned to get done. I am now up to 5 hours of straight, hot, cross-genre cowbell action, and I’m right on the edge of running down the street naked with my hair on fire. It’s time for me to stop getting high off my own supply.

For tonight, anyway.

If you’ve got the fever, tune in to MORE COWBELL!.

If you would like to see a running list of the tunes, check the five hour playlist that I dredged up.

Remember, the first one is on the house.

donk donk donk donk donk donk donk
Buh nah NAH nuh!

Lala Radio: MORE COWBELL!

Wednesday, December 13th, 2006

Today, I had a few choice videos prepped ahead of time for your viewing pleasure. Total blogging time was conservatively estimated at 3 minutes.

When I got home, I found that I had an e-mail from Lala granting me the option to create a radio station from their collection of tunes. Because of my admitted cowbell addiction, I decided to create a multi-genre Frankenstation held together with nothing more than a bucket of cowbell love glue.

For those that tune in, the lala player is absolutely primitive compared to Pandora‘s player, and they were so short on quality cowbell tracks that it took me all night to come up with the required three hours of programming, but it is a 48 track prescription to ease your cowbell fever.

Click to listen: MORE COWBELL!

Enjoy…

Lazy Linking: Incredibly Strange Friday

Thursday, December 7th, 2006

Nimoy & Shatner

Don’t ask me why, but while waiting for the Democracy player to download some Attack of the Show episodes, I found myself perusing The Ultimate Leonard Nimoy Music Site. While I will admit to owning both Shatner and Nimoy albums, I would not go so far as to encourage you to download a copy of Spaced Out – The Best of Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner if you happened to come across it in Google’s cache.

Lucille, Are You a Lesbian?

I would, however, fully encourage the downloading of
Music Nerve’s In With the Out Crowd Podcast, which I ran across while trying to remember who sang “Lucille, Are You A Lesbian?” What this DJ lacks in professionalism, he makes up with a plethora of strange musical classics. Included are Lucia Pamela’s “Walking on the Moon”, Wesley Willis’s “Rock N Roll McDonalds”, T. Valentine’s “Lucille, are you a Lesbian?” (26 min in), The Fabrications’ “I’m Sorry (I neckpunched your man)”, and a number of others. If you are a fan of musical oddities, you may have heard a number of these already, but that doesn’t detract from the fun. If you’ve never heard them before, oh man, are you in for a treat.

People’s Court Freak

And if that podcast was a weirdo sundae, this People’s Court video would be like the cherry on top. I can watch this video over and over because the guy just seems like he doesn’t have to put in any effort to come off like a genuine freak. Even the bailiff is laughing in the background. My favorite part? The guy’s answer to “What’s the hardest part about being you?” was simply, “Mustache.”

Halloween Weirdstravaganza

Friday, October 27th, 2006

I can’t believe that Halloween is almost upon us. And everyone knows that a good Halloween starts with four basic ingredients: decorations, music, video, and a costume.

Decorations

Let’s start with the decorations. You can carve a pumpkin like everyone else, but that’s not very novel is it? What about carving one from one of the Homestarrunner Pumpkin patterns? No one will get it, but on the off chance that someone does, they will think you are cool.

If that’s just too much work, or you’re worried about getting pumpkin goo all over your officially licensed, 100% authentic Captain Kirk shirt, why not take a stab at making some ghosts or bats to hang around the house? You could do that, right? Look at this cute little bastard:

Tampon ghost

Bust out that box of tampons and the provided instructions and get your place decorated.

Music

Once the place is decorated, you’re going to need to fill the air with spooky toons. For those into musical oddities, Louie sent over this massive list of 90 (yes, 90!) obscure Halloween records from the Forbidden Crypts Of Haunted Music. There is so much good stuff in there that it might require that you pick up the Firefox extension “DownThemAll” to rapidly download all of the tunes without inadvertently click click clicking your way to madness.

On the same wavelength, even though I have to say that this year’s Oddiooverplay Halloween album was pretty disappointing, they still offer Ghouls with Attitude Volume 1 & 2 and a Munsters remix called “Munster Beat!” for your free downloading pleasure.

If you are still unsatisfied with the level of weirdness in your newly acquired tunes, you can download all of the original sounds recorded from Disney’s Haunted Mansion to play over and over to ramp up your Halloween spirits.

Videos

Once you’re in full Halloween swing, make sure you download (or stream) Nosferatu, Night of the Living Dead, and other old horror movies courtesy of the Internet archive.

If those don’t scare the kids, then kick it up a notch with the next videos. There’s nothing that can strike fear into children’s hearts on Halloween night like a pedophile and his dancing army of Vampirezombies. You know I’m talking about: MJ’s “Thriller”. Watch all 8 glorious minutes below…

…But unless you count sexual habits, Thriller doesn’t add much to the “weird” theme of this post now, does it? That’s why I dug out the Indian version of Thriller. You haven’t seen anything, yet. Oh enjoy this one…Enjoy it to hell!

And once you’re videoed out, wind down with last years Homestar Halloween Adventure and dig those crazy costumes.

Crap. Costumes. If you’re actually one of those social types without bodies to dispose of, you may find yourself in need of something to wear this weekend. Let’s tackle that now.

Costumes

I tried to find you something cool like a “Fletch in the LA Lakers dream sequence”, but from what I gathered from online costume shops, if you’re a guy, every costume is going to make you look like a dork. If you’re a girl, every costume out there will essentially make you look like a filthy, filthy, dirty, filthy whore. I’m not just saying that because I know you like it. No. I’ve provided the proof below:

Boy Judge and Girl Judge (Yes, it says “Guilty” across her ass):
JudgeGirl Judge

Sno White and the Seven Dwarves:
DwarvesSnow White

Whoredy Ann and Pedophile Andy:

He-devil and She-devil:

And even the “Biblical” Costumes Get In on it (Yes, that is a Nun costume):

God bless America.

The Wrap Up

By this point, you have the tunes, you have the vids, you’re dressed like a whore or a dork, and you have strung tampons from every hangable surface. You should be well prepared for the holiday, and I seriously hope you are taking pictures.

Happy Halloween!

I Can Name That Tune In Zero Notes

Monday, October 23rd, 2006

The grid below contains samples taken from over 50 songs from various styles, most of which should be relatively easy to identify for people who have had access to a radio at some point over the last 30 years. Your job, when you have a few free minutes, is to see how many that you can identify.

The catch? The samples are all drums.

Instructions

Clicking on will play the sample. Clicking on will give you the answer. If you were right, click anywhere in the box to turn it green. If you were wrong, click anywhere in the box to turn it red.

Scoring

When you’re done, marking all the colors, click “Score Me” at the bottom to display your score. Because you’re self-scoring, what you call a correct answer is up to you. It can be as strict as whether you know both the title and the artist, or simply whether you can hum a couple of notes. Have fun with it.













































































































































































































Score Me

It should be noted that while I am really, really handy with Perl, I wrote this all in . Because I’m really, really rusty in , you may have noticed a complete lack of posts over the last two weeks while I put this bitch together. It was partly because of the , but mostly because WordPress doesn’t really like to play with without some arm wrestling. I would like to have written it in Flash, but I was stopped by both the $400 entry fee and the fact that I’d probably still be working on it. As always, the only reason that I do this crap is so #1GF! and you might have some fun.

Shotgun CD reviews #43431258

Monday, October 16th, 2006

Shadows fall - Fallout From the War
Shadows fall – Fallout From the War (metal): Although this looks like a regular album, it’s really one of those throwaway albums that bands put out when their next album falls behind schedule. There are 11 tracks, including six that weren’t good enough to make it onto “The War Within”, one reworked B-side, one re-recorded demo, and three covers. As a fan of the band, I won’t go so far as to say that the album is bad, but it’s definitely substandard. If it weren’t for the three odd choices of covers, I don’t think that there would’ve been an interesting thing on the disc. The first of these is cover of Only Living Witness’s “December”, which I think was a nice nod to a severely underrated band, but because Brian Fair forgoes his normal vocal style in an attempt to imitate OLW’s Jonah Jenkins, the track becomes bizarre and uncomfortably bad. They then do a cover of Leeway’s “Mark of the Squealer” which turns Leeway, a hardcore band, into Anthrax, landing us in the uncomfortably bad zone once again. Finally, they do a cover of Dangerous Toys’s “Teasin’, Pleasin’” with the original Dangerous Toys singer, Jason McMasters on vocals. While the track sounds like it might have been fun to record, if I wanted a Dangerous Toys album, I would’ve fished one out of the 99 cent bin. For my $11, I shouldn’t have to try this hard to like an album. C (As a side note, both of OLW’s albums can be had on a double disc set re-released in June (pricegrabber link), or you can usually just pick up innocents from secondspin for about $4.)

Slayer -Christ Illusion
Slayer – Christ Illusion (thrash): Why is it that the first fucking thing people seem to say about this album is that it “marks a return to the original Slayer sound”? I read that Slayer press release, too, and it was generated by Slayer’s marketing machine. Sure, Dave Lombardo returned to the band after a 10 year hiatus, but he’s a drummer. Do you know how much difference he makes in Slayer’s sound, considering he didn’t write, sing, or play a single tone on the album? Yea. He had a little more influence than I did. In the 20 years that I have been listening to them, the only deviation in Slayer’s sound that I know of was between 1985 and 1986 where Tom Araya (vocals) stopped screaming like a girl and solidified his own vocal style. Other than that, I haven’t seen a departure from the Slayer sound for them to “return to.” They’re not Metallica: They didn’t cut their hair and change their sound to try to fit into the corporate machine. If you can rely on one constant in this universe, it’s that the way Slayer sounded in 1986 is the same way that Slayer sounds now. That’s why Slayer fans don’t have to justify staying Slayer fans long after their lifestyles preclude it. If you have been following Slayer, this is a great album continuing where the band left off five years ago with “God Hates Us All”. If you haven’t been following Slayer, don’t write reviews like you have. A

Keely Smith - Spotlight On...Keely Smith – Spotlight On… (lounge): In comedy, a comic foil is the serious half of a duo that, by the nature of their straight performance, makes the comedic side of the duo seem even more ridiculous. Keely Smith is best known for her role as Louis Prima’s comic foil. This is the first album that I’ve heard from Smith without Prima, and it is markedly different from her Prima material. Her voice is the same beautiful voice that she always projected, but there’s a much larger backing band and better arrangements than in the Vegas years. Although this setup creates a much better showcase for her voice, it also blurs her recordings with most female vocalists of her time. She might not have Prima to make the recordings as fun, but her voice really stands on its own. I can lose miles of road just listening to this disc. B+

Testament - Souls of Black
Testament – Souls of Black (thrash): I listened to a lot of thrash as a teenager and I can remember seeing Testament album covers, but I can’t remember ever listening to them. I think it was because I used to confuse them with Tesla, a pop-rock outfit who could pretty much lick my big, sweaty balls. Fast forward 15 years, and Pandora is recommending Testament as something that might be right up my alley. If Metallica followed the Slayer plan of non-progression and stayed exactly who they were when they put out “Kill ‘Em All” (circa 1984), they would probably be a kick ass band right now. Because Metallica progressed into the biggest, fattest metal pussies of all time, Testament spent 6 years studying the “Kill ‘em All” album to put out “souls of Black” in 1990. I think it must’ve taken 1 year to realize that Metallica was going off track, and 5 years to get the vocals to sound exactly like Hettfield’s. I’m kidding, of course, but if you like “Kill Em All”, the sound is so close that this could be considered a companion album without the same kick. While I like the sound of it, I have to admit that I get bored with it halfway through because of the repetitive structure and lack of solid hooks. C+

Twista - The Day After
Twista – The Day After (rap): Even though I thought Twista’s previous album, Kamikaze, was an amazing disc for the mind-blowing speed at which Twista raps, I can’t say that I’m impressed with this album. I got this from lala for $1.75, and that’s really my favorite point of the disc. There are only a couple of good tracks, and it seems that Twista has pawned his clever lyrical content for a notebook full of raps about bling, guns, and ho’s. After 25 years of rap, I can’t tell you how tired I think the bling/ho rap mentality is. If he was going to dumb down his writing, I would’ve expected that he at least crank the speed up so high that I wouldn’t care. Unfortunately, there are only a couple of spots on the disc where Twista even uses the speed which he is most famous for. I’m not saying that the album’s trash, but the non-skippable tracks are pretty far apart. And when did Twista go Gangsta, anyway? (a generous) C

Unearth - III: In the Eyes of Fire
Unearth – III: In the Eyes of Fire (metalcore): This what I would consider the third full release from Massachusetts metalcore giants, and it’s a subtle departure from the band’s previous 2 discs. It is the first produced by Terry Date (of Pantera, Deftones and Soundgarden) on the West Coast, rather than Killswitch Engage’s Adam Dutkiewicz here on the East Coast. While you’d expect that taking the Killswitch melodic influence out would fatten the sound up and make it a lot more brutal, but unfortunately, it doesn’t. The disc is faster than their previous releases, but the production seems to be cleaner. It’s like Unearth was somehow washed of their hardcore influences and soaked with metal by all that west coast rain. I would’ve thought that the addition of a Pantera-like sound to anything would up the awesome to 11, but it actually seems to detract from this particular disc. Metalcore is supposed to be half metal and half hardcore, but it seems that when Unearth cranked the metal to 11, they cranked the hardcore to 0. I mean, look at the cover on this disc: There’s axes and candles on there for chrissake. The only thing that could make it more “metal” would be the addition of some sort of Viking, dragon, or map of friggin’ Mesopotamia. I never though that I’d say that I prefer Dutkiewicz’s production style, but this disc is proof that the band should probably come back to good old Massachusetts and have their next release produced East Coast style. Maybe it’s the cold weather or the cold people, but East Coast metalcore and hardcore have a different feel to me. Maybe Seattle should stick to metal and keep their grungy paws out of east coast metalcore. That said, I don’t dislike this disc. For metal, it’s good. It’s fast and rhythmic, but it’s too light on the hardcore side of the house when compared to their previous discs. I really hope they pull it back and don’t become a straight metal band. B

Zeke - Kicked in the Teeth
Zeke – Kicked in the Teeth (punk): As always, Zeke plays it with pure punk style, burning through 17 songs in a mere 20 minutes. It certainly is a good ride, although I would’ve given up 2 of those minutes to dump the inclusion of Kiss’s “Shout it Out Loud,” which really didn’t do anything more than give me a laugh. This is album is pretty standard fare for Zeke, and like their other releases, the album is over long before I want it to be. Because most songs are under a minute long, there really isn’t a heck of a lot of differentiation between them, but I’m ok with that. To me, Zeke is like driving an El Camino: It’s fast, ugly, and fun as hell, but won’t pretend that it’s for everyone. B+

Various Artists - Blue Break Beats Vol. 2
Various Artists – Blue Break Beats Vol. 2 (jazz): There are 4 discs in this series, and even though I really liked Blue Break Beats Volume 1, this will probably be the last in the series that I buy. Essentially, the CD is a compilation of Blue Note jazz that has been sampled by other artists. While I won’t deny that the tracks are just as funky and fun as the first disc in the series, it’s definitely not a disc chock full of instantly recognizable samples as the title might imply. Out of the 12 tracks, I only picked out hooks from Ice T’s “New Jack Hustler” (track 2), The Chemical Brother’s “Chemical Beats” (track 6), and Kid Frost’s popular, but cruddy track, “La Raza” (track 12). While 3 out of 12 doesn’t seem like a lot, it’s 3 more breaks than I recognized on the first disc (which I still thought was awesome). If I avoid looking at the title as an allusion to a library of easily identifiable break beats and more as a suggestion that the disc is full of cool, untapped breaks for people intending to sample, the disc becomes less of a gyp and more of a musical playground. Title aside, and regardless of samplability, this should appeal to jazz fans who like the funky Jimmy Smith side of Jazz. B

Various Artists - Punk-O-Rama III
Various Artists – Punk-O-Rama III (punk): This is the 3rd in a series of 10 punk compilation discs put out by Epitaph. I think there’s something for all punk fans on this disc, as its a veritable “who’s who” of punk spanning ska, hardcore/punk, Bay Area punk, rockabilly, and other sub-genres. While the 25 track disc includes Rancid and A/F which I can pretty much do without, there is plenty of enjoyment left in the tracks from New Bomb Turks, Zeke, Bad Religion, Gas Huffer, NOFX, ALL, Dwarves, etc. etc etc. I picked it up for about $4, but it’s only $6 new, so it’s hard to go wrong. …Unless, of course, someone catches you singing “Rodney” for the 400th time before you realize that the track is called “Rotten Egg.” Not that I would do that or anything. You all know I’m too cool for something like that. Right? Hello? B+

Shotgun CD Reviews #126754358K-R

Tuesday, September 19th, 2006

I know, I know. Another CD review. This is the third installment of four, leaving only one to go in this series. The reasons that I do these are in the FAQ, but it all boils down to creating a musical dialog between you and me.

Lamb of God - Sacrament
Lamb of God – Sacrament (death): Finally, something new on the list, right? Yup, the brand-spankin’ new album from Lamb of God. Even though Lamb of God is one of my favorites metal bands these days (meriting inclusion in the Soundtrack to the Apocalypse), I’m a little ashamed to admit that I drove to BestBuy to pick this album up on my lunch hour on the day it came out. I felt so nerdy, but I it was one of those few times that I found it justifiably necessary. For those unfamiliar with Lamb of God, their vocals are almost death metal like, backed with some incredibly technical metal. This new album is no exception. The metal is exceptional, and the vocals are screamingly sharp. For current Lamb of God fans, I’d say that this album is definitely worth picking up, but for those who might be considering this as their first foray into Lamb of God, I think I might recommend “New American Gospel” or possibly “As the Palaces Burn” first. B+

Louis Prima - Breaking It Up
Louis Prima – Breaking It Up (lounge): This is a collection of mono recordings done for Columbia from 1951 to 1953. During this time, Prima was at the tail end of a roller coaster career as a big band leader, but had yet to meet up with Sam Butera to put together the Vegas Swing sound that he is famous for. This record was produced by Mitch Miller, so although the songs are distinctly Prima novelty numbers, they are backed with music is squeaky clean big band. The songs are still fun, but because Miller’s style barely lends itself to Prima’s, those familiar with the later Prima/Butera pre-rock n’ roll Vegas sound notice that something is not quite right. This is very plain during a sing-a-long (with Mitch?) version of “Oh Marie” which can’t hold a candle to his later swing version. Also, the energy doesn’t seem to be as high as it would be in Prima’s Vegas years, which could be pinned on Miller’s style, but it could just as easily have been a result of Prima drowning in gambling debt and alimony payments at the time. Bottom line is, the recording is fun, but it’s in mono and it’s not really the Prima sound that most people are used to. If you already have the Capitol Collectors Series Louis Prima disc and you are looking for more, then this might be a fun addition to your collection. If you don’t have the Capitol disc, I would recommend picking up that disc first. B

Wes Montgomery - Ultimate Wes Montgomery
Wes Montgomery – Ultimate Wes Montgomery (jazz): This is a Verve collection of guitar jazz, which can be the smoothest or the cheesiest kind of jazz depending on your point of view. Personally, my viewpoint changes each time I hear it. In either case, though, it’s tough to go wrong with these Verve collections. There is nothing bad on here (well, maybe Tequila could’ve been left out) and the material is pleasant to listen to, but it’s essentially a series of jazz guitar versions of old pop standards (Caravan, People, Baby It’s Cold Outside, etc.). When we mix standards with Montgomery’s style of finger-picking (which tends to give the guitar a more mellow, blunt sound), we end up with what is essentially the comfort food of jazz. It’s good, and you feel good after digesting it, but it’s nothing that you’re going to write a lengthy review about. B

Mastodon - Leviathan
Mastodon – Leviathan (metal): I have a hard time describing Mastodon. It’s not quite mathcore, it’s not quite stoner metal, but it’s not plain old metal, either. I think it sits heavily somewhere in between all three, and although disc chock full of detuned riffs from the start, I find myself trying to make myself enjoy it rather than actually enjoying it. It’s as if Mastodon is something that I should like, and I just can’t accept the reality that I don’t. I really have to be in the mood for it or I’ll spend a lot of time on the skip button. C-

Mr. Bungle - self titled
Mr. Bungle – self titled (experiMENTAL): Mr. Bungle was an experimental music project from Mike Patton (Faith No More) that combined various musical styles (jazz, rock, funk, noise, hiphop, circus) in rapid succession into single songs. Even though the songs come across as mental, you can tell that they are actually written intentionally rather than thrown together. A coworker best described their style as “microcompositional.” Although I learned to enjoy one of their later albums, California, I have to say that I have never liked this album. When this album first came out, I fuckin’ hated it. Now, I hate it. Sure, I can appreciate the microcompositional angle of it, but its reliance on 90′s funk/chorus guitar (think red hot chili peppers) drives me batshit crazy. Every time I put in the player, I inevitably say “Life is too short to listen to this shit,” before shutting it off. D (I gave it an upgrade from F just purely on style)

My Dying Bride - Songs of Darkness, Words of Light
My Dying Bride – Songs of Darkness, Words of Light (doom): You know when you pick up an album and you think you know what it is, but when you get it home you realize you were way, way off? Yea, that’s what I did with this one. I thought I knew it, and when I saw that it mentioned Doom and Kerraang! on the cover it only bolstered my misconception. There are tons of different types of doom metal, which I didn’t think of when I bought this album. I just assumed it was sludge/stoner doom, which it is certainly not. Sure it’s low and slow, but the vocals are comically sad. This is doom for your little brother who wears big black pants, draws on his face with eyeliner, and hangs around with that fat girl with the black lipstick. I guess it’s critically acclaimed, but then again, so is Liberace. This is going into the lala pile. F

Ok Go - Oh No
Ok Go – Oh No (indie rock): If it wasn’t for the dancing on treadmills video, I don’t think I would’ve ever thought to pick this one up, but I’m sure glad I did. Before I continue, I should share my feelings on the 80′s: If someone with a time machine took the entire 80′s and shoved it straight up their ass, I wouldn’t shed a single tear. Sure, I would lose a lot of metal and hardcore, but it would be worth it to never have heard a single note of shitty pop/rock bands like Duran Duran or Bob Geldof. And having an entire decade lodged up someone’s ass would put an end to any plans for any subsequent revivals later on. That said, in all honesty, OK Go is a catchy, 80′s revival, pop-rock outfit aimed at kids who are half my age. Those kids don’t remember the way the Kinks sounded towards the end of their career, but Ok Go seems to remember just fine, because they take that sound and turn it into something that I actually like. They take straight rock guitar and pop vocals and roll them in with straight 4/4 rock drums (with cowbell!) and a semi-punchy bass to form catchy songs that I can’t help liking. B+

Rise Against - The Sufferer and the Witness
Rise Against – The Sufferer and the Witness (punk-pop):This is the 4th album from Rise Against, who even though they are from Chicago, I had previously extolled as carrying the torch of the FatWreck SF Punk sound that I like so much. I was excited enough about this release to pick it up the week it was released, and I have to say that the fist track started out nice and strong. From the second track on, though, it started sounding like the goal of every song was to feature a clip that you’d see on a 30 second commercial for Sam Goody. I know that this was the first album released since their transition to Geffen Records, which is an abysmal hole of aging and/or crappy pop stars, but I don’t think the label can take the full brunt of the nose dive in creativity that this album represents. Sure, the production value rivals label mates like Ashlee Simpson, but if the material is starting to sound like it’s coming from the same vein and targeting the same audience, who the hell cares? The older albums were $10 production on million dollar songs, and this is just the opposite. Man, this was a disappointment. C-

Bitch, Bitch, Bitch

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

You Stole That Bridge, Bitches

Remember that song from a few years ago called “Steal My Sunshine” (listen) by Len? Today, while listening to the radio, I realized that the whole song was ripped from the bridge of that old disco song “More, More More” (listen) by The Andrea True.

I used to like “Steal My Sunshine” solely for the popping sound. And 7 years later, I find out that they ripped it off.

Stinkin’ sons of a bitches.

You Distracted Me, Bitches

Distraction! (via In4mador): A very simple game to catch fruit with a bird, while the game tries to distract you. I laughed my ass off at this one…

You Love Metal, Bitches

I’ve tried out past versions of ITunes, and honestly, I’m not really a fan. In the past, I’ve found it to be bulky and intrusive for music management, and because I don’t own an ipod, there really isn’t a reason for me to use it (Instead, I’ve been using mediamonkey for years).

Now, Itunes7 has incorporated an application called coverflow that actually lets you flip through your album covers as if you were flipping through your CDs (see the example at itunes).

While I don’t think this is a reason to switch to itunes, you have to appreciate the original company incorporating Kyuss’s “Welcome to Sky Valley” in their screenshot:

CoverFlow screenshot

Shotgun CD Reviews #126754358D-J

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006

Descendents - Everything Sucks
Descendents – Everything Sucks (punk): Because I enjoyed the San Francisco punk sound of “Cool to Be You” so much back in June, I picked this one up from secondspin on the cheap. It’s the same brand of pop-punk that I expected, but because it’s 15 years older than “Cool to Be You” it has a slightly more punk feel. In the punk tradition, most of the tracks clock in under a scant 2 minutes, forcing the end of the album on me long before I’m ready for it, but the tracks are so crammed with fun that I didn’t have a problem leaving it on repeat. The thing that I find most amusing about the album is that if you click on the cover to get the 30 second samples that Amazon offers, you can listen to “Coffee Mug” (one of my favorites) almost in it’s entirety (it clocks in at 34 seconds). You can also hear the whole of “Eunuch Boy”, which is a mere 19 seconds. go ahead and listen to Milo say “Mugmugmug”. I always get a kick out of it. B+

Devildriver - The Fury of Our Maker's Hand
Devildriver – The Fury of Our Maker’s Hand (metal): Devildriver, I’m almost embarrassed to say, evolved out of the crappy mallcore band, Coal Chamber. This is their second album, (Their first really isn’t worth bothering with) and it seems to indicate that the band may be trying to pull away from mallcore and into more into straight metal sound. Unfortunately for me, the album seems to be transitional. Sometimes it feels like metal, and other times, I imagine legions of black haired teenagers in giant pants getting this album free with every case of eyeliner. Normally, just the thought of falling in with those pussies would be enough of a reason to send me running in the other direction, but Last.fm relates the band very closely to Lamb of God (which I can sort of see), they’re on Roadrunner (which I can respect), and I’m a big fan of potential. Even though I can’t pick out any decidedly bad parts, I think this album is just OK and nothing to write home about. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I hear it, I can’t seem to put my finger on what I don’t like. I’m starting to suspect that it could be something stupid like the type of distortion they use might sound too much like other mallcore bands (Korn, Slipknot), but I just can’t say. If they continue on their track to getting heavier, I could seem myself picking up their next album. C+

Entombed - Morning Star
Entombed – Morning Star (metal): The Swedes might not have been doing anything in the arena of world domination in the last thousand years, but I no one is going to say that those Viking genes don’t create some of the best metal available. I got my first introduction to Entombed in 2003, and included them in my Apocalypse compilation disc. When I first reviewed them I said they were “death metal lite,” which is probably why I like them. Musically and lyrically, they’re very similar to the Haunted and Slayer, which are almost thrash/death transitional bands. In the case of Entombed, this means gore-soaked, yet understandable screaming that sits in between death grunting the ear splitting falsetto of 80′s metal thrown over dropped-tuned guitars blazingly jug jugging in an almost thrash-like metal. And that’s the type of formula that hooks me like crack hooks whores. B

Fu Manchu - Start the Machine
Fu Manchu – Start the Machine (stoner): If any band makes me want to grow a biker mustache and wear red tinted sunglasses while sliding across the hood of a lime green ’70 Hemi ‘Cuda, it’s Fu Manchu. Despite this being the Fu’s ninth studio album, the tracks are as full of fuzzy guitars and cowbell as they ever were (If you recall, the Fu posted 10 tracks to the Six Disc Cowbell compilation). For fans of original stoners like Black Sabbath, or more modern stoner rock offshoots like Wolfmother, Fu Manchu is a perfect fit. While I think that there may be better albums in their catalog, I hardly think that this album shows any real deviation from the format that makes them so fun to listen to. B+

The Hives - Barely Legal
The Hives – Barely Legal (garage): I can tell you that every time I cross the threshold of a used record store, I somehow completely blank out on which Hives album I’m missing. I’ve done this a million times. In a moment of clarity, I broke the cycle and added the missing album directly to my lala want list. And I was dumbfounded when someone agreed to send it to me. The Hives are a Swedish garage punk band, which thanks to Jay, I have had the fortune of listening to for what seems like a billion years now. This CD is an absolute gem of garage punk. It blazes through 14 tracks in a mere 27 minutes, making it more of an EP by today’s standards, but it is one hell of a great ride. I really love the other Hives albums for their upbeat garage sound, but this is by far my favorite because it draws it’s energy more from punk side of the house than the garage side. I can’t stop my foot from pushing on the gas or my hands tapping on the wheel when this disc is in. A-

Integrity - To Die For
Integrity – To Die For (metalcore): I was first introduced to Integrity by the mighty Jonah Jenkins back in 2002, and at the time, I thought it was just too heavy for me. As years have passed, I find that the band is now on the tamer side of my metal choices. Unless you are a East coast style old school metalcore, this album is pretty much trash. It’s crappy vocals over metal that is indistinguishable from other hardcore bands like Sick of It All or Slapshot. I don’t think it’s bad if you’re a fan of old school metalcore, but it’s really, really basic stuff. Juggy juggy jah jah ARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH. C+

Jamiroquai - Traveling Without Moving
Jamiroquai – Traveling Without Moving (funk): I seriously have no idea what to make of Jamiroquai. It’s sort of funk, it’s sort of disco, and it sort of reminds me of Stevie Wonder. There are string sounds, horn sounds, funk bass, and a high voiced male singer, but this album was made long after the disco funk era. Musically, I think it’s very similar to a KC & The Sunshine Band or Earth Wind & Fire disc, so I couldn’t understand why #1GF! didn’t like it, but this is the first album that she shut off for being, and I quote, “a little too gay” for her. Whatever. Too gay or not, I like this album. With the exception of two out of place, almost experimental tracks in the middle (8 and 9), the album flows right along in a smooth, well-produced, disco-funk groove. B

Shotgun CD Reviews #126754358A

Monday, September 11th, 2006

All That Remains - This Darkened Heart
All That Remains – This Darkened Heart (metalcore): When I first read the liners on a CD and the first line thanks “My god and his only son” I got a little nervous. Especially if that line was written by All that Remains singer and former Shadow’s Fall front man, Philip LaBonte. When people find Jesus, it usually fucks up the metal, but good. For the most part, this album is grunty, staccato, Massachusetts metalcore. There’s plenty of screaming and rhythmic palm muting to keep me enthralled most of the time, but they throw off the dynamic every few songs by tossing in some actual singing (which could be due to the album being produced by Killswitch Engage’s Adam Dutkiewicz). Whenever they start singing, it always catches me off guard, because it just doesn’t fit in with the punch of the rest of the music, but fortunately, the rest of the metal is so good that I generally just roll my eyes and wait for those brief encounters to pass. B

The Black Keys - The Big Come Up
The Black Keys – The Big Come Up (garage): My sister brought me this album, and on first listen, I thought it was really cool, and was bopping right along to this garage blues duo. Unfortunately, after subsequent listens, the newness of the album started to wear thin and I started to hear the band as a couple of white guys trying to sound like a blues band. I find there’s nothing more irritating than white guys doing poor impersonations of the black guys. At those times, I feel like the vocals are just trying too hard for that blues sound, and I just can’t keep my fingers off of the skip button. At other times, I find that I can listen to it like it’s Jon Spencer and cruise right along with it. I think that if the Black Keys come up in a random mix, I’d really enjoy it, but when there are too many of their songs in a row, I start to feel like I’m listening to a bad impression. C+

Burning Brides - Leave No Ashes
Burning Brides – Leave No Ashes (rock): I have to admit that I bought this album not only the strength of their first album (Fall of the Plastic Empire), but because it had a track Featured on Guitar Hero. Yes, I did. I am so lame. The band is straight pop-rock trio that remind me of Gluecifer, and while I love their first album, this release isn’t nearly as strong. I won’t say that the album is bad, but other than the Guitar Hero track, I’m disappointed to say that nothing else on the album really stands out. You know those albums on your shelf that you want to like and you revisit every so often in a feeble attempt to change your opinion, but never really succeed? Yea. I have a feeling that this is one of those. It’s about as memorable as grass on the median strip. C

Sam Butera and the Witnesses - Ultra Lounge
Sam Butera and the Witnesses – Ultra Lounge(lounge): I know what you’re asking: “Who the hell is Sam Butera?” For those familiar with Louis Prima, in songs like “Oh, Marie,” you can hear Prima calling out to and joking with his saxophone player, “Sammy boy.” That man was Prima’s band leader, Sam Butera, a major player in shaping the Prima/Smith sound. Butera’s work with the Witnesses is the same brand of fun, tongue-in-cheek, saxophone-based, Vegas lounge as the Prima material, but with smoother vocals and a little less slapstick. And you know that if this CD was put together by the Ultra-Lounge folks, it’s fun to listen to. B+

Converge - You Fail Me
Converge – You Fail Me (mathcore): I got my first introduction to the grindcore genre a year ago with the band, Pig Destroyer, which at the time was so incredibly foreign to me that I didn’t have the ability to appreciate the genre as anything more than an art form. I think this album (from yet another Massachusetts band) has actually pushed me past being an appreciator of the genre and right into someone who fully enjoys it. Yet, as similar as the sound is to Pig Destroyer, Converge is labeled as “mathcore” rather than “grindcore”. To me, mathcore has the same aural insanity that is the hallmark of grindcore with slightly longer songs. Like jazz, I think that if you immediately take to this genre, there is something majorly wrong with you, but if you are already into the genre, you can’t go wrong with this album. B+

Converge - Jane Doe
Converge – Jane Doe (mathcore): I picked this one up from lala based on how much I enjoyed “You Fail me.” While it’s just as insane as I expected, I think this album is a little more repetitive, making it a little less enjoyable. When I want crazy, I don’t want that crazy to have too much of a pattern. And when crazy aquires a pattern, we call that OCD. And watching someone tap their thumb on the desk 47 times is a lot less entertaining than the loon on the corner babbling about Jesus stealing all the donuts. Shit. What happened to this review? I will label this review style mathcore. Donkey chicken monkey fucker. B

Cut Chemist - The Audience is Listening
Cut Chemist – The Audience is Listening (dj): This is Cut Chemist’s first full length solo release, which I have been waiting for since picking up the pre-release EP, Litmus Test. While I can appreciate the skill of the DJ and the wide range of styles that he tries to tackle with this album, I just couldn’t seem to get into it. I listened to it on headphones, in the car, and at different times of day over weeks, but it just never clicked. Some tracks are completely unique, like “2266 Cambridge”, which sounds like a cruise through a neighborhood on a lazy Saturday. Then there are throwaway tracks like “Phone Tapper”, which is a direct rip off of a very unique track by Kid Koala called “Fender Bender” (video) which uses the turntable to imitate a converstation. I know that DJ tricks are shared, but one thing that I expect from a top DJ is to be unique and leave the immitation to the second stringers. Maybe Cut Chemist just tried to tackle too much and ended up with an album that is a mile wide and an inch deep, rather than focusing on putting out an album that showcased his unique style. C

Shotgun CD Reviews #119874675

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

Now that it’s finally looking like summer in this little beach town, I’m finding it a little difficult to get the posts out, but I just got a new batch of CDs in from secondspin that I’m dying to tear into, so I really needed to get these reviewed and out the door…

New Bomb Turks - !!Destroy-Oh-Boy!!
New Bomb Turks – !!Destroy-Oh-Boy!! (punk): My initial introduction to the New Bomb Turks was later in their career when their music was more of a Social Distortion punkabilly style than a straight-on Dead Kennedys punk. This album, however, was the New Bomb Turks first album, and is nothing like I expected. There’s no rockabilly. It is straight punk right down to the recording style. To me, to sound authentic, a punk record has to have the treble turned up as high as the energy, and the recording quality has to be as low as the bass. It also has to be relatively simple, slightly sloppy, and thoroughly disorderly. Each song should get in, do the damage, and get out before the listener knows what happened. And this record is super high high energy and spot-on for the sound and feel. The only drawback of the style is that songs start to blend together, but that is par for the course in this genre. B

Descendents - Cool to Be You
Descendents – Cool to Be You (punk): My first introduction to the Descendents was a song called “I Like Food” and all I can remember about it was that it was under a minute and they just screamed “I Like food, food tastes good,” which my teenage ears thought was total punk rock. By the time this album came out almost 20 years later, the Descendents and I had grown up a little. The material is still tongue in cheek, but it’s stuff that I can relate to in my 30′s and might’ve dismissed more easily were I still a teenager. Then again, the punk feel is still there in lyrics like “It must be cool to be you / It must be cool to know you belong” that might ring true with me at nearly any age. I would never say that this is music for punks who grew up and got jobs, but it’s accessible enough that #1GF! can get through the whole disc, but punky enough that she couldn’t get through it often. I picked this disc up from lala.com and it ate a fair portion of listening time this round. (More info on the Descendents can be found at their home at Fat Wreck Chords.) B+

Killswitch Engage - Alive or Just Breathing
Killswitch Engage – Alive or Just Breathing (metalcore): Killswitch is an anomaly to me. They have the staccato rhythms and grunting vocals of metalcore, but they’re punctuated with melodic interludes that seem to be more geared to a radio crowd. Alive or just Breathing was the second release from this Massachusetts band, and while I’m not truly excited about it, I find that it’s an enjoyable ride the whole way through. If I’m in the mood for palm muted, chunky guitar, this album has it. If I’m in the mood to scale things back a little from the heavy side of the metal scale, it does that, too. On the flip side, while the heavy parts drip with double bass, the vocal interludes leave me wanting when I’m in the mood for something heavy. It’s like the half and half of metalcore. If you like their latest release “The End of Heartache” this is more of the same. B

Tsunami Bomb - The Definitive Act
Tsunami Bomb – The Definitive Act (pop punk): I have to thank Pandora for introducing me to Tsunami Bomb. The now defunct California pop-punk band broke up last year citing music business issues, and consisted of female vocals over driving, distorted pop-punk. I normally review stuff out of the used bins, but this is probably the first time that I reviewed an album so late that the band had already broken up. Tsunami Bomb is definitely West Coast punk, but it’s not the dirtier LA style. I would probably go so far as to classify it as more of a gritty pop than punk, and honestly, it’s about as gritty as the Donnas at an ice cream party. So, Tsunami Bomb doesn’t earn their punk merit badge, but despite sounding a little low budget, they easily earned their catchy-as-hell patch without much of a problem. I think this is one of those albums that the odds were against me finding, but I’m happy I came across it. B+

SpineShank - Self Destructive Pattern
SpineShank – Self Destructive Pattern (metalpop): According to Liveplasma.com, Spineshank is closely related to Lamb of God, Hatebreed, and other heavy hitters of metal, and the samples I heard seemed to corroborate it, but when I got this from Lala.com, I was sadly disappointed. It’s not a heavy hitter. Its barely even metal. It’s almost industrial. Maybe if you like radio-friendly “metal” bands like Disturbed, this album might be for you, but I just couldn’t get into it. This is actually the only CD that I’ve received from Lala that I have used a catch and release strategy with. F (but you might like it)

The Ramones - Their Toughest Hits
The Ramones – Their Toughest Hits (punk): How can you really review the grandfathers of punk? This is a 30 song greatest hits CD as compiled by Johnny Ramone that I haven’t seen for less than $14 since I’ve been looking for it. I happened to see it for $9 at a used store, so I really couldn’t resist. There is more than enough Ramones classics on this CD for the casual fan. Because of the repetitive nature of the Ramones (and true punk, in general), I started thinking that I was hearing repeats by the album’s halfway point. Due to this, the album got very little play this round, and rarely more than half an album. To me, The Ramones are best listened to when they randomly come up in the MP3 collection to recharge my batteries, rather than left on repeat to drain them. C+

Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere
Gnarls Barkley – St. Elsewhere (pop): I blame this purchase on Enjoy & Exciting. After seeing the star wars video that Keidra posted, I thought that Gnarls Barkley might be something to investigate. After checking out the 30 second samples that I could find, the album seemed like it might be DJ backed twist on 70′s soul. Further investigation turned up that half of Gnarls Barkley is DJ Dangermouse (of Grey Album fame), and although I’m not super impressed with Dangermouse, I figured that it might be worth dropping the $9.99 on to. Ever get one of those “What the Fuck?” CD’s where the samples completely misled you? What I thought was going to be 70′s soul over DJ beats turned out to be more of a guy trying to sound like Patti LaBelle, singing over some unimpressive sampling that a decent DJ might’ve done something more creative with. It even includes a cover of the Violent Femmes “Gone Daddy Gone”, which has to be one of the lamer covers that I’ve heard. To it’s credit, there are a couple of songs on there that I really like, and I think that it’s pretty cool that the album starts and ends with the sound of a projector running (which creates an air of continuity when on repeat), but it’s not enough to get me behind this one. Damned Star Wars marketing. C+

Unearth - The Oncoming Storm
Unearth – The Oncoming Storm (metalcore): Unearth is another Massachusetts metalcore band, and got the most airplay this round by far. Although similar to Killswitch Engage in terms of rhythmic metal, it lacks the distraction of Killswitch’s melodic breaks (ok there’s a couple, but they’re short and followed with dueling guitars and rototoms – doodlydoodly). This is driving, grunting, double bass pedal, Mass metalcore. I don’t know if I’m predisposed to a certain sound because I grew up with the Massachusetts hardcore sound (SSD, Slapshot, Gang Green), but I keep accidentally coming across these Masshole metal bands that I really like. Or maybe it’s that I’m a sucker for Metalblade bands. A-

Unearth - The Stings of Conscience
Unearth – The Stings of Conscience (metalcore) I picked this one up from Lala.com for $1.50 after enjoying The Oncoming Storm so much. Although some of the chunking was bassy enough to sound like a giant pounding on a dungeon door, the low end seems to be turned down a little compared to their latest release. This is a blistering ride all the way through, though. B

Avril Lavigne - Under My Skin
Avril Lavigne – Under My Skin (pop): Man cannot live on death alone. Sometimes, I need mindless pop to balance out some of the heavy stuff. This is another one I got from Lala.com for $1.50, and I haven’t really had a chance to listen to it much because it hasn’t been out of #1GF!’s car long enough for me to give it more than a couple of listens. What I heard though was catchy, mindless fun. I can’t wait to listen to it when I have my period. B+
As I Lay Dying - Frail Words Collapse
As I Lay Dying – Frail Words Collapse (metal): After picking up “Shadows are Security” and enjoying it on the rides to work, I figured that picking up this one wasn’t much of a risk. When I got it home, I was happily faced with a full-on metal scream fest. While enjoying the album’s range of screams and grunts, imagine my confusion after noticing a lot more god and jesus thanking than is typically found in a metal band’s liner notes. After confirming that the band is a actually a Christian metal band, as surprising as it sounds, I can’t really say that it has tarnished my opinion of the album. This is not Stryper’s “To Hell With the Devil.” Metal lyrics normally don’t concern me anyway, and this is full-on metal no matter what imaginary deity (god/devil) they’re screaming about. Jebus or no Jebus, I’ll tell you that this got a lot of air time this round. B+

Curtis Mayfield - The Very Best of
Curtis Mayfield – The Very Best of (soul/funk): When I was in my 20′s, I loved Blacksploitation films. Movies like Shaft, Dolemite, and Superfly were not only fun to watch, but they had the cool, cool music to compliment the action. And of those films, I used to think that Superfly had the ultimate soundtrack. It had Pusherman, Freddie’s Dead, and, of course, Superfly. And that soundtrack was pure Curtis Mayfield. Since I’ve recently ended up in a minor funk phase, when I saw this Rhino compilation for $7.99, I had to pick it up. I’m not sure that I appreciate the order of tracks, but Rhino tends to put out thorough compilations and this one is no exception. It includes more than enough tracks for the casual Curtis fan, including a few that might are recognizable as the basis for Kanye West’s Touch the Sky, Ice-T’s Pusherman, or the Beastie Boys’ Eggman. Pick it up and keep it in the pocket of your belted, three-quarter length brown leather jacket. Wica chacka wicka chaka B

Return of the (Lazy Lin)king

Monday, June 26th, 2006

Guitar Hero Tab

There are some hard sections in guitar hero and nothing is more frustrating than having to play a whole song over and over until you figure out how to play a section in the middle of the song. Wouldn’t it be easier if there were guitar hero tablature? Oh, it would. And oh, it exists: Guitar Hero Note Charts.

SecondSpin Sale

Every so often, I take the plunge into SecondSpin.com‘s inventory to root out some good deals on used CDs. They are now having a 20% off sale through Wednesday June 28. Prices range from $0.99 on up with shipping running $2.50 + $0.40 per CD. If you buy cheap CDs or a fair number that are moderately priced, it doesn’t come out too badly. I can usually average under $7 / CD with a fair number around $4-5. There is a lot of inventory to go through, though…

They Always Fuck Over The Fat Kid

Pete forwarded another case of someone taping the fat kid doing something stupid and getting it posted on the internet. This time, it was the fat kid’s brother. You sort of have to watch until the end to get to the best parts…

Star Trek Cribs

It is what it says it is…

Family Guy Role Playing (as promised)

I promised some folks that I’d find this family guy clip and post it. If you get it, you are qualified to join the big, fat nerds of America club.

Lala.com: Cheap, Easy CD Trading

Thursday, June 8th, 2006

A little under a month ago, I was looking for a way to get rid of my old CDs without going the route of getting completely screwed by trading them in the local used stores. I thought that there should be a way to create a site that allowed one for one CD trades from a giant pool. If you put a CD in, you get one out. The only thing that I was stopping me (besides knowhow and time) was that I couldn’t figure out how I was going to cover all of the shipping costs from the pool.

While googling for a solution, I found that there are already a bunch of sites that already do this. Some sites required me to price my CDs using “site bucks”, which seemed like a waste of time: If I want to e-bay a CD, I’ll e-bay for cash. Others just seemed like they were an online version of the brick-and-mortar CD trade rip-off. The only site that I found that seemed aligned with my original vision was Lala.com.

The way Lala works is that you add the CDs that want to trade, and then add the CDs that you want to receive. When someone has a CD that you want, they accept the trade, pop it into a Lala.com shipping envelope, and mail it to you. When you confirm that you received the CD and it was playable, the sender gets credit for a sent CD and are eligible to receive a CD from their want list. At the end of the month, every CD that you confirmed received costs you $1.49, which is charged to your credit card. In effect, a new CD costs you a CD you don’t want plus a buck fifty. To me, it was a simple solution that seemed way better than I could do in any used store, so it was worth a look.

I did some research, and found out that Lala is backed by $9 million in venture capital and has been all over some of the more reputable news sites for the last few months, so I weaseled my way into a closed beta and listed a few of the CDs that I had laying around. Literally, within 5 minutes of signing up, I had gotten rid of a CD which had been mulling around my CD collection for 15 years without a listen. I couldn’t believe that someone wanted it. From there, I have made 15 trades: 8 sent, 5 received, 1 in transit, and 1 lost in the mail. Because Lala guarantees the trades, the CD lost in the mail was resent to me from someone else. You gotta love that.

The site does have a couple of drawbacks. People are only required to send a CD that plays the whole way through without skipping. If you are meticulous about keeping your CDs from being scratched, you quickly find out that the rest of the world is not like you. Some people seem to keep their CDs under the seat of their car or in a sandbox. As long as the CD that they send you plays, you are required to accept it.

A bigger problem is that Lala does not officially support the sending of liner notes or the tray card. They only require that you send an original, non-promotional CD. If you want to send liner notes along, you must affix an additional 24 cent stamp to the pre-paid envelope. And the only incentive to do this is because you want to. For most people, this isn’t enough of an incentive, but I send them along because I would want someone to do the same for me. And sometimes people do, and sometimes they don’t.

So far, I’ve sent 8 clean CDs with liner notes. In return, I’ve received 5 CDs:

  • 1 bare CD, seemingly stored in steel wool, but playable,
  • 1 CD with front covers (no tray card), slightly banged up, but playable,
  • 1 CD with front covers (no tray card), unplayable (to be replaced), and
  • 1 pristine CD with full art and tray card (originally lost in mail)
  • 1 relatively clean CD with full art and tray card

It may look like I payed $6 to give away more than I got, but I think the key is that I traded away eight pristine CDs that I hated and got three that I enjoy. I’m a big fan of liner notes, but I have to ask myself if they are really worth the extra $9 when there are tons of sites out there like covertarget or cdcovers.cc where I can download them, if I need to.

I don’t like recommending things that cost money, but do I endorse Lala.com? Given the fun-factor of the trading, and the low cost of the trades, I’d have to say that I do.

If you want to give Lala a try, I have 10 invites to give away. It’s no longer a closed beta, so anyone can join by just going to the site, but if you use one of my invites, I get a T-shirt or some crap. If you need a little more incentive, Lala gives you your first CD free (but after that you have to provide a credit card to trade further).

Drop me a mail if you’re interested, and happy trading…

Soundtrack to the Apocalypse (That Never Arrived)

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

I was going to make 6 copies of this, and it was going to be 66 minutes long and contain 13 songs. Because the time between actually getting the idea and whipping the disc together was only about 66 minutes, there really wasn’t a lot of time for anything more than picking tracks. I ended up only making 3 copies because I really don’t know many people with the metallic fortitude to actually listen to this disc the whole way through.

I did, however, try to make the disc start off mild and gradually increase in brutality as the tracks piled on. I truly, truly, truly wanted to make “Sweet Love” by Anita Baker the ending track, but I ran completely out of room and was aftraid that Anita Baker’s stylings might actually push too many listeners over the fine line that separates good, clean fun and mass murder.

If I put any real thought into it, I would’ve also moved “Satan” (currently in the 18 slot) to track 13 and closed the disc with “Disciple.” It was pointed out that “Number of the Beast” really should’ve been track 6, which I fully agree.

Maybe next century…

06/06/06: The Soundtrack to the Apocalypse

Soundtrack to the Apocalypse (That Never Arrived) CD

  1. AC/DC – Hells Bells
  2. Black sabbath – Black Sabbath
  3. Ozzy Osbourne – Bark at the Moon
  4. Van Halen – Runnin’ With the Devil
  5. Iron Maiden – Number of the Beast
  6. Fu Manchu – Evil Eye
  7. Solarized – Black Unholy Ground
  8. High on Fire – Devilution
  9. Entombed – That’s When I Became a Satanist
  10. Hatebreed – Doomsayer
  11. Metallica – The Four Horsemen
  12. Pantera – Cowboys from Hell
  13. Lamb of God – A Devil In God’s Country
  14. The Haunted – D.O.A.
  15. Pig Destroyer – Terrifyer
  16. Slayer – South of Heaven
  17. Slayer – Disciple
  18. Entombed – Satan
  19. *Bonus Track: Misfits – Braineaters

Contemplated, But Exluded

I came across a few tracks that could’ve been included, but were excluded because they either didn’t fit in with the rest of the tracks, or because there are only 80 available minutes on a disc to work with…

  • 8 Ball Shifter – The Ballad Of Tura Satana
  • Pantera – Hellbound
  • Cake – Satan is My Motor
  • Reverend Horton Heat – Devil is Chasing Me
  • AC/DC – Highway to Hell
  • Rolling Stones – Sympathy for the Devil
  • Metallica – Am I Evil?
  • Kyuss – Demon Cleaner
  • Hank Williams III – Devil’s Daughter
  • Charlie Daniels Band – Devil Went Down to Georgia
  • Superjoint Ritual – Antifaith
  • Tons of Slayer
  • Tons of Misfits
  • Anita Baker – Sweet Love

If you come up with your own additions, put them in the comments, and mention which tracks that you would replace with them…

Remember: 6/6/06 Keep The Satanism Fun

Monday, June 5th, 2006

Remember: Tomorrow is 6/6/06. It is the National Day of Slayer, and will hopefully be a debaucherous day full of eatin’, drinkin’, fornicatin’, and maybe krunkin’, whatever the hell that is. Let’s not take our Satanism too seriously, and spend more time on burning loins than burning churches, ok?

I’m looking at you, Norway. And you too, Anita Baker (There is no doubt in my mind that Anita Baker is the Antichrist, put on Earth for the sole purpose of torturing me with her convulsive adult contemporary).

Anyway. I put together the soundtrack to the apocalypse just in case jebus or Anita make a comeback so that I have something to listen to while waiting for the “not so blessed” train to the afterlife. If you want a copy for while you wait, a tolerance for Slayer is required. A Track list will follow tomorrow so as not to ruin the surprise to anyone who gets one.

My suggestions for the tomorrow might be:

  • Skip Church.
  • Hump something or someone (if available, willing, and of age)
  • Don’t hit anyone unless they ask you to. If that’s the case make sure that you have a secret code word like “Orangutan” so you know when you’re going to far. Be satanist, not an asshole.
  • Play Guitar Hero until you get stigmata.
  • Don’t fuck with anyone walking along with a T-shirt that says, “What would I do?” This goes double if he has a beard and a robe, and triple if it’s David Lee Roth. Hammalazeebale
  • Don’t talk to any giant Matt Damon looking guys with wings and no genitalia.
  • Hide the matches from anyone wearing a cape or carrying a 12 sided die.
  • Get a new Slayer song at 6:06 AM from slayer.net.
  • Buy Tickets to the Unholy Alliance Tour with Slayer, Lamb of God and Mastodon
  • Give the sign of the devil a lot.
  • Sit down and watch Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey.

Random Quotes of the Past Week

Tuesday, May 30th, 2006

On the Phone With My Dad…

“Repeat this to #1GF!”
“Ok”
“Why”
“Why…”
“Are you still with him.”
“…are you still… Hey.”

With Iron Maiden’s #1Fan…

“Man, do I have an ear worm.
“Uh oh.”
“No, don’t worry. I can’t really infect anyone else with this one.”
“Huh?”
“It’s by G. G. Allin.”
“Oh boy.”
“It’s called ‘I wanna fuck myself‘”
[LOL]
“Really. It’s unbelievably catchy.”

While Catching Up With an Old Friend…

“I love the whole #1GF! thing. It’s so Japanese Anime. #1GF! [chops the air].

With #1GF!…

“Hey did you see Darryl’s comment?”
“Yea, even on paper he does a better Popeye than you.”
“He was doing David Lee Roth!”
“Whatever. It was still better.”


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